I haven't been talking to those twins in a while.
But I have been getting somewhat of new friends. I'm happy, I guess.
But they don't know anything.
They see me laugh, and only cried once.
But this happy, white sheep's wool, clothed the black sheep, to making others sheep think my herd is alright.
But I have been getting more friends, and losing more friends, and less bullying.
But I no longer enjoy school. My focus is on my new electronics.
I became one of them. The sheep took the internet drug.
And now, I am on the lowest of the low while my brother rises higher than I.
I try to not stress about school. About my friends. About their problems. But I went too deep, just like they did.
Two sheep left the herd today. One was black.
The other was white.
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Counting Sheep
Teen FictionOne sheep, two sheep, This is not helping at all. Three sheep, four- Someone kill me, I must snoop this low. Five sheep, six sheep, I feel tired, but the waters still flow. Seven sheep, eight she- It looks like the sheep hit a wall. I guess eight sh...
